Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Bringing up baby: 27 August 2012 Part Deux

Once
in his car seat, He became bored looking out the window stuck in traffic. He
babbled to himself, practising his words, consonants and favourite sounds.
"Bottle" frequented many times. And "moon".

Bored,
he found another distraction - a free handout booklet from Drusilla's Park,
replete with animals and Thomas the tank engine.

He
continued to be fascinated by this as we flowed with the traffic, which today
was extremely free-flowing; 10 minutes on the motorway only. He waited
patiently for Daddy to finish work and come to the car. He greeted Daddy most
charmingly.

It
was a lovely warm early evening, the sun was still up, and it was still early.
I talked Daddy into a diversion at the playground. A great time was had by
all.

Once
home, he was still pleasant and agreeable. We played for a while with the
WiiFit Plus while Daddy cooked pasta dinner. And we played some more.

Just
before dinner was plated, Atilla realised he urgently needed to poop. We swung
into poop-mode. And a satisfactory time was had by all. Then he put on a
training pant.

At
dinner, Atilla truly enjoyed himself. On his plate he was served his preferred
pasta - spaghetti. It was splendid. He used his hands to stuff the long strand
into his mouth. He used his hands to whirl the spaghetti like a poi-string. He
tasted Mummy's pasta. He tasted Daddy's pasta. He ate Daddy's pasta. And to
Mummy's pleased astonishment, he finished off his own dinner!

Then
it was bath-time. He understood Mummy was going to do housework while Daddy
looked after him. His training pant was dry, so he has some modicum of
sphincter control. Yay!

At the
bedtime routine, we read a few books, played with his puzzles, and undressed
Caillou for bed. Atilla drank his milk bottle while cradled in my arms. He
handed his empty bottle to me, and fell asleep.